Eclipse

Black sand under tired shoes. Slow Wind Through broken shrine. Night haze on An Open Trail. Black sand under tired shoes. Cold smoke in a desert blue. No words but I feel the truth. In the silence I'm walking through. Long rooms with a hollow sound, uh. Dead heat when the sun goes down, uh. No king, no sacred crown, just dust when I Look around. Slow wind through a broken shrine. Old flames in fading line, uh. No map, but read the signs from a past That was left behind, uh. Cold stars over empty land, uh. Dried blood on shaking hand. If I stop, then I understand I was lost, Uh, before this began. Uh-uh, night haze on an open trail. Cold moon through a dusty veil, uh. No path that will never fail. Still I move, uh, when the weak ones pale, Uh. Dried wind through the canyon sigh, uh. Old scars that I never hide. No crown and no place to ride. Just a thought, in the endless tide. Uh-uh, low fire in a fractured pit. Dimmed sparks but they still won't quit. No peace in the heart of it, uh. Only smoke where the shadows sit. Far drums from a distant ground. Lost echoes without a sound. If I stop, then the past surrounds all the Things that I never found. Black sand under tired shoes. Slow wind Through A broken Night haze on an open trail. Low Fire in a fractured pit. Black sand under tired shoes. Slow wind Through A broken shrine. Night trail. Black sand under tired shoes. Cold smoke in a desert blue. No words but I feel the truth. In the silence I'm walking through. Long rooms with a hollow sound, uh. Dead heat when the sun goes down, uh. No king, no sacred crown, just dust when I Look around. Slow wind through broken shrine. Old flames in fading line, uh. No map, but read the signs from a past That was left behind, uh. Cold stars over empty land, uh. Dried blood on shaking hand. If I stop, then I understand I was lost, Uh, before this began. Uh-uh, night haze on an open trail. Cold moon through a dusty veil, uh. No path that will never fail. Still I move, when the weak ones pale, Uh. Dried wind through the canyon sigh, uh. Old scars that I never hide. No crown and no place to ride. Just a thought, uh, in the endless tide. Uh-uh, low fire in a fractured pit. Dimmed sparks but they still won't quit. No peace in the heart of it, uh. Only smoke where the shadows sit. Far drums from a distant ground. Lost echoes without a sound. If I stop, then the past surrounds all the Things that I never found. Black sand under tired shoes. Slow wind through Broken Shrine. Night haze on an open trail. Low Fire in a Fractured